"Guess that makes me an excessively dry white," Geralt said. He snorted.

He watched her drink, eyes falling from her mouth to the delicate bones of her shoulders and chest, and further below, to the round swell of her breasts over the line of the blanket. She had a round shape, almost aggressively feminine. It was different from Yennefer, enough that Geralt was relieved.

Also, turned on. It would have been nearly indecent how much he was, if he'd been raised to feel that sort of indecent.

"Darling, huh?"